ladies and gentlemen, if you please, listen
a whisker to the side and beyond follow
the sound trace of the electronic poem on its path
past the speaker boxes. can you already see
music and sound? can you already hear
the coloured lights? the electronic poem
is a poem within a poem and well
hidden in the wave forms of the future
that one moment later is already
our history. it hovers by the ears of Edgard
Varèse's grandchildren - and past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem